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Every sword will be needed if we are to beat off this foe." |
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"Get up, I say, and arm yourself," Ian repeated. "We are all like to die because of your stupidity, but I am not going to sell my life cheaper by even one fighter. You got us into this coil. Now do what you can to get us out of it." |
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"My lord, my lord," Sir Peter cried, seizing Ian's hand and kissing it fervently. "You will not regret your mercy, I promise you. I" |
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"Do not praise my mercy too highly," Ian said with a wry twist to his mouth. "Nor do not think you will come out of this scot-free. I do but postpone your fate. Lady Alinor will have the judgmentif we come alive out of this." |
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Sir Peter's eyes widened. "She will have me torn to pieces with hot pincers. If I could have shown her" |
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"I will not let her do that," Ian said drily. Then he began to laugh. "So much I will promise you, if we hold the keep." |
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